Don't Play With Fire

Xavier tilted his head back, eyes fixed on the sprawling night sky, a smirk tugging at his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

 Raising his glass, he spoke in a low, gravelly tone, "A toast to that dickhead who finally got what he deserved." His smirk widened, a dangerous edge to his charm as his gaze shifted to Sky, who sat across the bar.

Her legs crossed tightly as if she was trying to suppress something, and Xavier's sharp eyes didn't miss the subtle clench of her thighs. 

That one movement made him lean back in his chair, swirling the whiskey again with an air of predatory confidence. A wicked thought crossed his mind, and he muttered under his breath, "She wants to get laid. She wants to get fucked by me."

Sky, catching his gaze, raised her glass in a shaky toast. Her lips parted as a bitter smile crept onto her face, one that couldn't hide the turmoil in her tear-brimmed eyes. 

"A toast to freedom," she said, her voice cracking before it rose with fiery venom. "I hate them all. I hate you, Andrew. I hate you, Britney!" She shouted the names with such force that her hands trembled, spilling a little whiskey onto the bar.

 The tears that shimmered in her eyes spilled over as she tilted her glass back, gulping the scorching liquid. It burned all the way down, her face twisting in a grimace, but she relished the pain.

Xavier was intrigued. Her outburst wasn't just some drunken confession; it was raw and unfiltered, a hurricane of betrayal and anger. He smirked again, taking another sip from his glass before setting it down with deliberate slowness. His voice was low, yet it carried the weight of curiosity, "What did they do to you?"

Sky let out a sharp, bitter laugh, her shoulders shaking as she hit her palm against the counter. The sound was painful to hear, like a shattered melody. "

You wouldn’t believe me," she said, her voice heavy with anger and disbelief. She glanced at him sideways, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "I caught my boyfriend fucking my eighteen-year-old sister. On my couch. In my house."

Her words hit like a slap, the rawness of her confession lingering in the air between them. Xavier’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. 

He knew that pain all too well—betrayal had once cut him the same way. Her story lit a slow-burning fire in him, not just because he could relate, but because the vulnerability in her voice stirred something primal.

Xavier leaned closer, his smirk returning, more devilish this time. His voice was a husky whisper, teasing and yet darkly comforting.

 "That’s rough," he muttered, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "But why let them ruin you, Angel?" His eyes locked with hers, glinting with mischief. "Why don’t I help you forget? Make you scream my name instead."

Sky's breath hitched at his words, her heart racing and her body responding against her better judgment. 

Xavier leaned forward, his hand gripping the back of her chair and pulling it closer with a fluid motion. 

The space between them disappeared until their noses almost touched. His scent—whiskey, musk, and something distinctly him—was intoxicating.

Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, the ache between them growing unbearable. She cursed herself inwardly. What is it about this guy? she wondered, her eyes betraying her hunger as they darted downward.

 Her gaze landed on the noticeable bulge straining against his pants, and she smirked, heat pooling in her core.

Xavier’s eyes darkened as he caught her gaze, his lips twitching into a smirk that promised nothing but sin. Sky leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice sultry and teasing.

Sky leaned closer, her lips brushing just a hair’s breadth away from Xavier's ear, her voice a velvety whisper that dripped with teasing. "You want to fuck me, don’t you?" she murmured, her tone a deliberate challenge.

 The faintest smirk curved her lips as her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping just shy of his belt. "I can see it in your eyes... and feel it." Her hand grazed his thigh, hovering close enough to make him stiffen, her touch both maddening and electrifying.

Xavier's jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he struggled to keep control. He turned his head slightly, catching her gaze, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. 

His lips curled into a wicked grin, his voice a low rasp. "You’re playing with fire, Angel," he warned, though his hand moved to her waist, fingers grazing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

Sky's smirk widened as she bit her bottom lip, leaning back just enough to study his reaction. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice dripping with defiance and allure.

 "But the question is… can you handle the heat?" Her hand moved boldly now, pressing firmly against his arousal, and the sharp intake of breath he took told her everything she needed to know.

Xavier's control snapped. His hand shot out, gripping her chair and yanking her closer until their noses almost touched. 

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with amusement. "Handle you?" He chuckled darkly, leaning forward just enough to close the gap. "Sweetheart, I don't think you have any idea what you're asking for."

Sky's breath hitched as her pulse quickened. She couldn't stop the heat rushing to her core. Damn him. Damn the way he looked at her, like she was a puzzle he couldn't wait to solve. She was trying to stay in control, trying not to let him break her defenses down, but his presence—his sheer intensity—was making it damn near impossible.

She let her fingers trail across the counter, deliberately slow, as she tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his. "You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?" she taunted, the words almost a challenge. "You really think you could fuck me harder than any of my past lovers?"

The edge in her voice was electric. Xavier's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with the kind of hunger that made everything inside her pulse with need. His smile was dark, knowing.

"Sweetheart. You're playing with fire and trust me you'd get burnt," he said, his voice rough and smooth at the same time, "I don’t think I could. I know I would. Oh angel, You don't know me. Women beg me on their knees to fuck them" His words hung in the air, weighty, daring her to challenge him further.

Sky’s breath caught in her throat, her skin tingling with anticipation. She knew she was playing with fire, but there was something exhilarating about it—the way he could make her want to give in, the way he could make her forget herself.

She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with challenge. "Oh? You think you're better than them all?"

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in too, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "I don’t think. I know." He pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, his eyes dark and hungry. “I would fuck you so hard, Angel, that you’d forget your stupid ex ever existed. Every time you close your eyes, it would be me you remember. You’d be begging me to make you forget everything.”

Sky’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse thrumming with sudden heat. She should’ve been angry, maybe even disgusted, but instead, all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to prove it. Sky felt the heat pool low in her belly, her breath catching as his words sent shivers racing down her spine. 

"Is that so?" she whispered, her voice low, challenging, as her hand brushed against the outline of his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric. "Show me.”

Xavier smirked, his eyes blazing with desire and challenge as he stepped forward grabbing her by the waist, he tilted his head, his mouth coming in contact with her neck as he kissed her softly . "Your place or mine?" he asked, his voice rough and hungry, like he was ready to devour her.

Sky bit her bottom lip, her teeth tugging at the soft flesh as she smirked, her hand giving him the lightest squeeze that sent his blood rushing faster. "Your place," she replied breathlessly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes flicked to him.

The moment the words left her lips, Xavier stood, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet with a suddenness that made her gasp. 

"Good girl," he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he led her toward the door out of the club. Sky followed, her body humming with anticipation, knowing the night ahead would burn brighter than the fire they’d ignited in each other. 

The night promised to be unforgettable, the kind of memory that would burn itself into their veins like the whiskey they drank. This wasn’t just lust; it was a collision waiting to happen, a fire they both craved to get burned by.